Two in one day is actually a pretty big accomplishment for me...and I'm damn near about to start Friday the 13th pt.III. It's amazing how much having a hangover helps me get things done.
This was a pretty fantastic documentary if you're the type of person that gets off on watching the oppressed(American version) fight for civil liberties *raises hand*. I'm inspired, pissed off, motivated, and touched. Even though I'm fairly certain that we as human beings have an equivalence to that of a ________, I really don't mean that in a negative way. I'm just laying out what might be "reality", if there is such a thing. With that being said I get really fucking pissed off when people get manipulated(including me), by way of fear and/or pretentiousness, into thinking that their equivalence is some how different than any other humans'. Especially when it's by a movement that should have died out 0ne thousand years ago, that often times leads to anything from emotional violence to death. But getting back to the film, if it is in fact a fairly accurate snapshot of the struggles facing the sexual minorities in the dirty south then I'd like to reach my hand out and congratulate the film maker on a damn fine job. I'm half tempted to call/write the founder of Different Seasons to see if there are any sort of donations they could use to help with the longevity of their establishment.
Wha wha weeeeee whaaaa! This movie has very hastily justified a on-the-fence Netflix subscription purchase from earlier this afternoon. I really don't even know where to begin with this one besides that it's the very best bullshit that money can buy. That pretty much sums up the entire film. I enjoyed it immensely, I found the closing statements greatly profound, and I've never laughed so hard while laying in bed alone...well there was that one time, but you get the picture. Do it!